sinking in and singing out

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

create words formed together that make sense like this thought i am having right now

i've been thinking about routines.
it's like a bean before it's soaked
then cooked.
it's like your moving slow.
until you know the pace
it's uncomfortable,
until you know its face.
i've been thinking about routines,
how i've seen before ,
the way i am when i've coaxed
myself into moving slow - to fast
then booked my thoughts.
because i knew its face
enough. so, i've been thinking
about routines.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

coupled

i am so near it
i am so near
i can create the same noise
of your heart
with the breath i take
if i could just reach it
now, the place where
your hand lays would
now be the place
where my heart rests
i am so near it
i am so near

Sunday, February 17, 2008

things are of cool lately

this week
much is moving on
feeling productive
feeling a lot
listening a lot
starting a lot
eating and singing a lot
with some randomness
and sipped coffee
i loved this weekend

on friday, i had something painful done to me,
  • Lymphoscintigraphy.


  • please go to to this on March 15th:
  • Electric Arc Radio.


  • it warmed up a bit, but i could deal without the wind.

    last night some people of quite greatness, with electric arc radio,
  • Dreamland Faces


  • the end, so far, till next time

    thanks so much for the dream responses so far. last night, i was dreaming, and when it was time to open my eyes, that dream went poof. that's never happened to me before. dreams never go poof for me. they usually follow me and then inspire.

    Thursday, February 14, 2008

    i wrote a love poem today

    because it's valentine's day!

    ...mmm, but you can't read it.

    I am going to this tonight:

  • How Fucking Romantic.


  • Love to you!

    Monday, February 11, 2008

    Thursday, February 7, 2008

    i used to be a poet

    poem #1

    it brings me down
    it brings me down
    i can't get up
    a load to the ground
    shimmer gone + no sound
    so far away
    dressed gown
    for you
    it brings me down
    it brings me down
    i am a load
    to the ground
    almost gone & no sound
    so far away
    dressed to come back up

    poem #2


    william s burroughs
    jg ballard

    poem #3

    heavily synthesized
    colored desensitized
    i can't figure it out
    memorized. on my hand
    scribbled, you name.
    i can't figure it out
    at the same, multiplied.
    it's just enough to seize
    my heart in two.
    beat it justified -
    to match your honorable
    request, hypnotized.

    poem #5

    quiet decently
    i wait as love
    decently awaits
    at quiet distance
    i wait, persistent
    at hands length
    at my fingertips
    persistence
    helps at waiting
    love is at

    poem #6

    i am drinking to town
    pissing fields and farms
    just to get to your arms
    you'll fit me ++ gown
    i am drinking in town
    pissing cows and farms
    just to try your charms

    Sunday, January 20, 2008

    disease comes on, yah

    disease comes on yah
    ----------------
    it's a thing, disease
    comes on yah
    you gotta live
    to figure its' life
    it takes a walk
    to get the cramp
    out, disease comes
    on yah without
    you, it's a life
    without you but takes
    you to know it, disease
    it comes on yah,
    becoming you,
    because it's you
    that its' life becomes.